Chapter Three
Jealousy’s Vengeance
“Is your estate always this dark at night?” Lissa turned her head from side to side as she and Richard strolled across the grass behind the mansion.
“Only on nights like this, when the moon rises late.” Her arm was linked through his, and he could feel her slight tremble, “Afraid?”
“Not as long as you are with me.” She smiled up at him, the perfection of her white teeth visible even in this darkness.
Richard brandished a stealthy grin at her wide-eyed trust. “Not even a little bit?” He raised a teasing eyebrow. “We Blackthorne people believe being afraid—really afraid—can be fun, sometimes. Especially if you are being frightened by the right person.”
Lissa lowered her gaze to her hands, shyly twisting her fingers together. “Do you want to frighten m
